Margaret Foster Poet Rhyme

Circus of Colour

Circus of Colour

Hot flashing circles, amber and red.
A clown dressed in black, torch on his head.
Pushing and shoving, a nightmarish dream.
Mouth filled with sawdust, unable to scream.
Pulsing and moving amber and green.

A circle of colour, joined now by blue
Swaying and swirling, blocking my view.
Bright shooting stars of tangerine flame.
Clowns all around. Arrayed in the same
Yellow and purple. A mad frenzied game.

Great orange arms, muscles of steel.
Screeching of metal, to loud to be real.
Whirlpool of colour. I struggle to swim
Out of this circus I am trapped in
A jab from a clown and the colours grow dim.

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Andrea Dietrich February 2, 2010 at 1:51 PM Yes,this one has to be studied to be appreciated. thanks for supplying the note below, which makes it clear for me. I love the visual way you looked at a car accident in this poem, Margaret! Thanks for your comments today.LUv, Andrea

Carol Sunshine Brown February 1, 2010 at 9:50 AM ~~~WOW~~~ I am so happy to have been able to read your poetry today Margaret. I haven't been able to read much poetry for a few days now. Love, Carol

Robert A. Dufresne February 1, 2010 at 2:40 AM Now I get it! Did this really Happen to you!? Football game threw me off. now the first 2 lines last stanza make sense(couldn't figure that out) the jaws. Puts a whole new light on things! :) Wonderful description of what the experience appeared as to someone involved and in shock. I'm very sorry about the misunderstanding. It was a great injustice to this worthy poem! I hope no one was hurt too seriously. God bless you. -Robert

Carolyn Devonshire January 31, 2010 at 6:43 PM Pulsating poetry, Margaret. You make the "clowns" seem larger than life, just the way we view our pro football players. Some people are afraid of clowns and I must admit they can be as scary as running into a defensive lineman in a dark alley at times. I enjoyed watching the "Circus of Colour" through your eyes. Love, Carolyn

Robert A. Dufresne January 31, 2010 at 5:25 PM Well written descriptive jab at football frenzy, Margaret. no place for the civilized! ha ha great poem. -Robert